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nTro - Weeding Out
01:01
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Smokin nothin but gas to Young Nudy
Smoke it til its gone and youre done your being young duty
King lofi
Kinda punk
Kinda rappin
Kinda fucked
Kinda poppin
Kinda funked
Kinda make your head turn and not stop til its done
Kinda personal
Kinda like another fuckin form of poetry
Kinda like drama rehearsal, and kinda like hoetry
Its kinda embarassing, it's kinda intentional
Kinda a way to make it intimate
Kinda third dimensional
Kind of on a wave for you fucks to scratch ya heads to
And I mean that in the most loving way, I should mention
Gunna go to bed too
Gunna get high, gettin head too
Gunna write shit til I die w it, fascinate a wily critic
Smoke a dime and I'm witty, shining like a diamond, pretty
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Chase em down
Beat they ass
Im a spectre from the past
That lil angel stole my aura think the things that will amass!
Third Eye
Peaceful ghost with one second side
Secret face behind two tired eyes
And vamp teeth when I'm [symbolized]
I fly
64 holds my hand as a guide
Punky dress and leather loafs on my side
And I won't be impressed by these oafs in my eyesight
(You know my rhyme's tight)
You know I'm ready for the stresses and the limelight
You know I'm gunna test myself for my best self and I'm right
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Prologue
00:41
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Spirit Shit
02:24
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Its 3am, and theres a ghost in the floor
Is something at the door? (Nah!)
I'm bein haunted like the state I was before in now
A friendly bugger who's Joy Division joy bound
Well since I've got to I've started to enjoy sounds
The way the music hits w THC is BONKERS
I'm havin quite the hairy day, call it Conkers
And no your ass is in my house? I"m tryna sleep, this is awkward
I was playin 64 like the many weeks before and I passed out, CRT is making my eyesore
Basically, the fuck you want creeping in my house?
(Spirits all starin' but ones got his eyes out)
Open up the door with a 666
Spirit shit, third eye with a sick imprint
Reality splits, split second everything hurts
And then it clicks, quite a deal for a witch-made curse
OK sick !
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[Reece]
Bong rip, slit wrist
Back door, kill a man
Mortal vessels, I couldn't give a damn
Back pack, water bottle, ready to go
I got skin from a sheep and a months of clothes
[Scummy]
My mind has passed its limits
I dont think Im truly living
Plug the hole inside my system
I'll get high for five more minutes
I feel lost, how do I go back?
Peace of mind I've never known that
Tunnelvision, feel like Kodak
I can't breathe, my lungs have collapsed
[KING IROH]
My smoke
Make your bitch choke
Run up her guts and I'll ruin her throat
One round, I'll send you the shadow realm
Fuck around get tossed and lost in sauce
Wanna box got rocks inside my gloves
Pussy talk, don't cross I'll fuck you up
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The Edge
00:55
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Are you ready to summon satan?
All you need is some weed and a Slayer record
Have you ever transcended through music?
Music is all-encompassing, music is cosmic
Have you ever stood on The Edge, staring down into un-ending black
Wondering what its like to live down there?
Cause I have
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Neptunian March
01:00
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Get To Heaven
03:28
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Going Away Party
01:03
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I've been gettin high til I'm passin out
Only feelin life when I'm gassin up
Drinkin purple Okanagan, stars are swirling in my noggin
Getting drunk and riding shotgun til we're passin out
Did you spill a shotgun? Well, only a bit
We gettin shwasty as shit
They better pull up as we gettin lit
We get equipped with what we need
Offa pills, X, coke, shrooms, vodka, and weed
We gettin stoned by the fire
Cheeched on a beach
Tryna clean our brains all clear like bleach
Smoke til we pass out
Puff puff pass that
Drinkin til we pass out or have someone pass that
Only real ones, no room for an asshat
Goin dopesmoker all fumes need a hazmat x2
Black jeans, long sleeve, fuck it, I'm a class act
(We're waitin for the rain but its only blue skies lookin forward for today)
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Time Well Spent
01:44
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It's snowing and Im waiting on you
I've got a new kinda vision and I'll bring it to you
Last time we talked I was feeling bold
Last for the summer now it's freezing cold
I had a hunch that this isnt forever
But if I kick it can u assist in the endeaver?
Claire to a Bender, heart defender and mender
Said fuck it, I'll send er
It's all love or all regret in the end
And even w the pain I'd still do it again
The hard pace
The art face
It hurts when we part ways
A hard place to be when you're young
So sing and sound off a drum
And make sure the synths all hum
I've got the gas tryna crash my lungs
Outer space how it seems to some
Last time that I saw you
You had promised me and vowed to hold me
I can't hear you I can't see my problems
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Void
02:44
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The void of a crowd
Devoid of any action
No reason to get proud
Snakes in the grass dont care for passion
The void of a meaning
Sitting on a couch for days on recording
Won't get caught slipping up or repeating
No retreating, Ima write until its all done
The void of a motive
Obsession, addiction, and rhythms, the totem
Music and drugs all I need til its over
Complex I perplex em and grab on my scrotum
Like Texas I hold em
Live in defiance of general stigma
I'll make a truce over any alliance, but fuck with me I'll fuck with you back, whatchu think, huh?
The void where a friend would be
I'm a real, I don't fake or pretend to be
If u wanna waste time then forget it
But u Pigma my family you're dead to me
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Epilogue
00:41
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xans (prod. IROH)
01:39
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Get a taste of this musical execution
Trippin shrooms offa weed, I'm not doin xans
If u think you can play here's your solution
Shut your mouth, eat sum apste, I aint got time for that
I'm so ahead of my time
Still gotta get in my prime
Still gotta finish these rhyme schemes
Push weird shit like Tom Waits
I'm not for the drama
I exist, imprint, and fuck yo mama
Ima loose killer, Michael Jackson, Thriller
Ima loose singer, feel like Bryson Tiller
Ima lose sight for the time of my life
And get high, and have fun, and do drugs til I die
I'm a nihilist and living so fuck suicide
Ima ride, got my pride, makin music til I die
Critics got nowhere to stand, haters got nowhere to hide
I'm a one man army so fuck a bonnie n clyde
And I know that I can be the king without even tryin
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owTro - Weeded Out
00:52
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